Little Hammer (live)

pounding away in the back of my head
until i've almost lost myself
and those red and black patterns
in which nothing happens
have made me sleep

a beautiful voice is a nail
being pulled out of wood
carry on little hammer
you were always my favourite toy

when the world's dead to me
in my soft? fortunate cushion of pins(?)
is a soldier
slicing thin(?) through(?) thin(?)
the unfortunate truth sneaking in



Credits
Writer(s): Graeme Naysmith, Ian Masters, Chris Cooper
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